A/N: This would be my very first Young Justice fanfiction. It was kind of a plot that just jumped in my head randomly, but I took the chance and just started to write it all out. There will not be a said schedule for regular updating, but I will try not to make you guys wait too long for the next few chapters. If you didn't know, this is just the introduction, so that is why it's so short. But hey, every story has a beginning. Anyway enjoy, and please review me your thoughts!

Chapter 1: New Alliance

The moon rose proudly over the sun as the light gradually gave way to darkness. Stars winked mockingly down at the beings of earth as if teasing their limit in staying put upon the ground floor. Several clouds crawled lazily over the indigo sky, transmuting the dark blue into a transparent gray. A warehouse at the edge of town near a river stood shackled, old, and worn, its wood rusted to brown and gray with the sidings tipping out of place. There was no door, rather just an unmissable hole in the side of the house with shadows hiding inside. Mysterious figures concealed themselves from the dim light of the moon under a window, making it impossible to tell how many people were in the warehouse. The only one identifiable was one who smiled with pleased cruelty, an uncertain amount of others watching emotionlessly.

"Please, please, tell me again… whom do you serve?" asked the smiling man, waiting for a response with intent enthusiasm.

"You and you alone, boss." replied a female voice, her silhouette revealing she was equipped with a bow and quiver of arrows.

Giddy laughter erupted from the man, but he quickly recovered and cleared his throat, but his smile remained. "I like the sound of that… tell me, what do I want you to do for me?"

A husky male voice responded, his shadow revealing nothing but a bulky young body. "Destroy the Justice League…" he growled, fingers itching to get started.

"Well, there's that too." admitted the boss, unimpressed. "I mean what I told you earlier today- - what were your instructions?"

A frisky boy's voice answered this time. "Kick the League's little brats in the cans, where it counts!" he declared with unhidden ardor. His bright yellow uniform was very apparent despite the dark room.

"Perfect," purred the boss, his grin returning. "Why, might I ask, would I want you to do this?"

"Because once the younger ones are out of the way, we can focus on the real objective." Another deep voice had spoken, but this time it was filled with a sense of wisdom and respect. The boss could see he wielded a weapon upon his back, making his grin further stretch.

"Good answer," he congratulated with vigor. "And who is your first priority?"

"Robin…" spat a new female voice, but it was a voice that did not sound like it should, or could, ever be bitter. It was evident from light wind that a blue cape flowed from her back.

The boss could not contain his horribly happy laughter. This was just too good; he could not deny the genius of his plan. "Exactly correct my dearie." His jolly demeanor was short lived and he instantly fell into a threatening hiss. "Tear him apart. Make him spread the affect. Weaken his poor, compassionate mentor." He spat "mentor" in a tone of hatred, vaguely imagining the downfall of his enemy for a brief moment. Ah, for Batman to be rid of…

"Do not fail me."

His new alliance obeyed without question and departed from the warehouse. The boss's smile returned; it was a terrifying smirk that no one would ever want to fall under. He added before they were completely gone, "Oh, and tell my little flying nephew I said hello."